Before long the boys were in the neighborhood of the house occupied by that man who had indirectly set Mr. Lewis’s garage on fire by hiring criminals experienced in that line to do it.
“Be careful and don’t get too close,” warned Joe, as they neared the structure.
“O. K. Let’s go around the alley. We can park there for a few minutes and nobody will know anything about it.”
The car was turned into the alley and parked almost directly behind the house. Then the youths got out to stretch their legs and decide on a plan of action.
“How will we work it?” asked Joe, glancing around to see if anyone happened to be watching them.
For a moment there was no answer. Then Bob had an idea.
“Let’s walk up to the back door,” he said. “There are a lot of trees and shrubbery close and we can hide behind them until we are sure that everything is all right.”
Joe agreed, and they made their way as quietly as possible.
When close enough, they saw that the door was shut and the blinds were drawn. It was evident that no one was at home.